This smile floated against the dark background, a little dazed and confused, like a mysterious gesture
I couldn't help but walk forward, my slender fingers touched his soft lips for the first time
He was a little surprised, but he didn't seem to be disgusted, and he did not look like he retreated or disgusted, but just habitually lowered his eyelids.
You seem to be in good spirits today
Yes, thank you, Master
Tell me, tell me what happened when you were a kid
His expression was a little dazed: What happened when I was a child?
Yes, for example, how did your adoptive father treat you, and why did he call you a bitch?
silence
After a long time, I heard his deep voice: I don't remember it
Don't remember?
Yes, Master He said that the master had no expression on his face. The master said that Asami Yu was dead, and now he was living a slave who served his master wholeheartedly. He had no name or past. He didn't need to remember anything other than the master.
I was stunned for a moment, and there was a small cluster of flames moving deep in my heart, and I smiled and said: But you haven't really forgotten it
This is not a question, but a certainty
Since you can't forget, why not just face it? For your master and for yourself, if you don't sort out the past clearly, how can you face your new life?
He didn't say anything, lowered his head, and could not see some tiny hairs on his neck, looming under the faint light and shadow
Trauma psychologist Mary Baures once said that true healing is not the disappearance of the wound or the pain will never be painful again, but rather that people find some meaning in the sufferings they have suffered so that they can continue to live.
Therefore, I thought that burying the wound under the surface and pretending that it does not exist will have no effect. Sooner or later, it will churn out, causing more serious and sharper damage.
Come and tell me that you have an audience, just like speaking to a tree hole, your master can accommodate everything you have
He seemed to be a little shaken and slowly said: It's been a long time ago, it's already gone
But you are still in the shadow, so it shouldn't be much better to speak out. Smile and put your hand on his forehead. If you are injecting, use this method as confessional mode.
He smiled, and there was another mysterious and erratic smile: But the master doesn't look like a priest, what do you want to know? You already know a lot, I think you must have read my materials in detail.
Yes, but I hope you tell me in person that this is the slave’s trust in his master, and you must be honest with the master without any cover
He smiled: Am I not honest enough now? I was lying naked in front of my master, without a piece of cloth covering me.
Unable to be moved, he just stared at him deeply: Have you ever lie in front of your adoptive father like this? When he called you a bitch?
His smile suddenly froze
After a while, he held the corners of his mouth and acted indifferently: This was just an accident. He mistakenly recognized me as my mother. You know, sometimes men are inevitably doing ridiculous things when they are drunk.
Not every father will rape his son after he gets drunk
His smile became more and more bitter, and he could still maintain his calmness: Because I look very similar to my mother, I said it was just an accident
He tried his best to put things around easily, which made Ninja become more curious: Don't you hate him?
Another long silence
Tell me, you must be honest with your master
He was silent and finally said: People always do something wrong, but he just loves my mother too much
His expression was still calm, but he could not see his panicked and dazed eyes, as if the person who was entangled in his dream was surrounded by seaweed.
But he raped you and regarded you as a forbidden body, and you were only a teenager.
He suddenly raised his voice and was angry: I said it was occasionally
Occasionally?
Only once, and it was an accident after an accident! He shouted, his right hand that could move unconsciously waved in the air, bluffing and emphasizing
He held back to looking at him and suddenly laughed: A drunk man accidentally raped his adopted son, called him a bitch, and used a special sexual abuse whip to beat him all over his body, and even saw scars ten years later. This is what you want to tell me
His face sank and said: Do you think I am an idiot?
Yu calmed down and said lightly: He didn't hit me
Of course there is
No
Use the whip's fingers to gently pick up the feather's lower body, here
A sarcastic smile suddenly flashed on Yu's pale face: He doesn't have a special hobby as if every man had a master...
Smiling, my fingers scratched the old whip mark: You can't deceive me, there is a very clear whip mark here
The owner likes to whip it there very much
I felt that my heart fire gradually rose, and Huo Di separated his body hair and revealed the pale white whip mark: What is this? This is definitely a whip mark, and it is a whip mark left many years ago! Did you do it in vain when I trained teachers for so many years?
Yu's expression remained unchanged and said lightly: That's the master who saw it wrong
He laughed back with anger, took a mirror and pointed it at his lower body, grabbed his hair and forced him to sit up from the training platform, and said sternly: Look for it yourself! Then tell me if it is a whip mark? For so many days, you should be familiar with this mark!
He stared at the whip mark, and there was a fleeting glory in his eyes, but his face remained unchanged: I don’t know what happened. Your slave rarely observes his lower body in the mirror. Maybe the master likes to do this.
He was furious, raised his hand and slapped him hard, causing blood to splattering everywhere, and said sternly: I still deny it now! You have vowed to obey me for life and be loyal to me, aren't you afraid of being struck by lightning?
He fell heavily on the training platform, a wisp of red blood flowed down his delicate and delicate chin, and said indifferently: It was the fact that he was afraid of lightning? Besides, the master was not afraid, what were the slaves afraid of?
He adjusted his breath evenly, stared at him, and suddenly sneered: No wonder your adoptive father said you are a slut, you are really cheap! You are fucked, beaten, and even dared not let one of them go away with your tail between them. You know that ten years have passed, but you still dare not face it. You don’t even dare to say a word of hatred, and you have to hide it and hide it right. You later gave your adoptive father a lot of money? You are addicted to being fucked by him. Thank him? Slut! You deserve to be fucked and beaten!
The blood on his face suddenly faded, and the blue veins on the back of his hand jumped straight, biting his lips tightly, and he could tell that he was trying hard to endure.
Ren said coldly: Say! What are you?
He took a deep breath, suppressed his anger, and said numbly: It's a slave, a master's plaything
A cruel smile appeared on the corner of Nin's lips and said coldly: No, let's change the way this time
He was stunned and looked up at Ninja in surprise.
Hearing and saying: Listen, follow me and say: I have the body of a prostitute, I am a worthless bitch
Repeat over and over again until I am satisfied this time, I will grant you the word "I"
His pupils suddenly contracted, his hands clenched into fists, and slowly loosened one by one, one by one.
After a while of silence, he said arduously: I have one...
The words suddenly stopped, and his eyes were filled with tears
When he closed his eyes and opened it again, his anger, humiliation, and pain had twisted and deformed the beautiful and pale face: I have one...
He choked up and struggled with his left hand, which made the infusion bottle stand fall down with a clang. The movable right hand picked up the bottle and smashed it at Ren, angrily saying: I fuck your mother! You beast!
I couldn't help but walk forward, my slender fingers touched his soft lips for the first time
He was a little surprised, but he didn't seem to be disgusted, and he did not look like he retreated or disgusted, but just habitually lowered his eyelids.
You seem to be in good spirits today
Yes, thank you, Master
Tell me, tell me what happened when you were a kid
His expression was a little dazed: What happened when I was a child?
Yes, for example, how did your adoptive father treat you, and why did he call you a bitch?
silence
After a long time, I heard his deep voice: I don't remember it
Don't remember?
Yes, Master He said that the master had no expression on his face. The master said that Asami Yu was dead, and now he was living a slave who served his master wholeheartedly. He had no name or past. He didn't need to remember anything other than the master.
I was stunned for a moment, and there was a small cluster of flames moving deep in my heart, and I smiled and said: But you haven't really forgotten it
This is not a question, but a certainty
Since you can't forget, why not just face it? For your master and for yourself, if you don't sort out the past clearly, how can you face your new life?
He didn't say anything, lowered his head, and could not see some tiny hairs on his neck, looming under the faint light and shadow
Trauma psychologist Mary Baures once said that true healing is not the disappearance of the wound or the pain will never be painful again, but rather that people find some meaning in the sufferings they have suffered so that they can continue to live.
Therefore, I thought that burying the wound under the surface and pretending that it does not exist will have no effect. Sooner or later, it will churn out, causing more serious and sharper damage.
Come and tell me that you have an audience, just like speaking to a tree hole, your master can accommodate everything you have
He seemed to be a little shaken and slowly said: It's been a long time ago, it's already gone
But you are still in the shadow, so it shouldn't be much better to speak out. Smile and put your hand on his forehead. If you are injecting, use this method as confessional mode.
He smiled, and there was another mysterious and erratic smile: But the master doesn't look like a priest, what do you want to know? You already know a lot, I think you must have read my materials in detail.
Yes, but I hope you tell me in person that this is the slave’s trust in his master, and you must be honest with the master without any cover
He smiled: Am I not honest enough now? I was lying naked in front of my master, without a piece of cloth covering me.
Unable to be moved, he just stared at him deeply: Have you ever lie in front of your adoptive father like this? When he called you a bitch?
His smile suddenly froze
After a while, he held the corners of his mouth and acted indifferently: This was just an accident. He mistakenly recognized me as my mother. You know, sometimes men are inevitably doing ridiculous things when they are drunk.
Not every father will rape his son after he gets drunk
His smile became more and more bitter, and he could still maintain his calmness: Because I look very similar to my mother, I said it was just an accident
He tried his best to put things around easily, which made Ninja become more curious: Don't you hate him?
Another long silence
Tell me, you must be honest with your master
He was silent and finally said: People always do something wrong, but he just loves my mother too much
His expression was still calm, but he could not see his panicked and dazed eyes, as if the person who was entangled in his dream was surrounded by seaweed.
But he raped you and regarded you as a forbidden body, and you were only a teenager.
He suddenly raised his voice and was angry: I said it was occasionally
Occasionally?
Only once, and it was an accident after an accident! He shouted, his right hand that could move unconsciously waved in the air, bluffing and emphasizing
He held back to looking at him and suddenly laughed: A drunk man accidentally raped his adopted son, called him a bitch, and used a special sexual abuse whip to beat him all over his body, and even saw scars ten years later. This is what you want to tell me
His face sank and said: Do you think I am an idiot?
Yu calmed down and said lightly: He didn't hit me
Of course there is
No
Use the whip's fingers to gently pick up the feather's lower body, here
A sarcastic smile suddenly flashed on Yu's pale face: He doesn't have a special hobby as if every man had a master...
Smiling, my fingers scratched the old whip mark: You can't deceive me, there is a very clear whip mark here
The owner likes to whip it there very much
I felt that my heart fire gradually rose, and Huo Di separated his body hair and revealed the pale white whip mark: What is this? This is definitely a whip mark, and it is a whip mark left many years ago! Did you do it in vain when I trained teachers for so many years?
Yu's expression remained unchanged and said lightly: That's the master who saw it wrong
He laughed back with anger, took a mirror and pointed it at his lower body, grabbed his hair and forced him to sit up from the training platform, and said sternly: Look for it yourself! Then tell me if it is a whip mark? For so many days, you should be familiar with this mark!
He stared at the whip mark, and there was a fleeting glory in his eyes, but his face remained unchanged: I don’t know what happened. Your slave rarely observes his lower body in the mirror. Maybe the master likes to do this.
He was furious, raised his hand and slapped him hard, causing blood to splattering everywhere, and said sternly: I still deny it now! You have vowed to obey me for life and be loyal to me, aren't you afraid of being struck by lightning?
He fell heavily on the training platform, a wisp of red blood flowed down his delicate and delicate chin, and said indifferently: It was the fact that he was afraid of lightning? Besides, the master was not afraid, what were the slaves afraid of?
He adjusted his breath evenly, stared at him, and suddenly sneered: No wonder your adoptive father said you are a slut, you are really cheap! You are fucked, beaten, and even dared not let one of them go away with your tail between them. You know that ten years have passed, but you still dare not face it. You don’t even dare to say a word of hatred, and you have to hide it and hide it right. You later gave your adoptive father a lot of money? You are addicted to being fucked by him. Thank him? Slut! You deserve to be fucked and beaten!
The blood on his face suddenly faded, and the blue veins on the back of his hand jumped straight, biting his lips tightly, and he could tell that he was trying hard to endure.
Ren said coldly: Say! What are you?
He took a deep breath, suppressed his anger, and said numbly: It's a slave, a master's plaything
A cruel smile appeared on the corner of Nin's lips and said coldly: No, let's change the way this time
He was stunned and looked up at Ninja in surprise.
Hearing and saying: Listen, follow me and say: I have the body of a prostitute, I am a worthless bitch
Repeat over and over again until I am satisfied this time, I will grant you the word "I"
His pupils suddenly contracted, his hands clenched into fists, and slowly loosened one by one, one by one.
After a while of silence, he said arduously: I have one...
The words suddenly stopped, and his eyes were filled with tears
When he closed his eyes and opened it again, his anger, humiliation, and pain had twisted and deformed the beautiful and pale face: I have one...
He choked up and struggled with his left hand, which made the infusion bottle stand fall down with a clang. The movable right hand picked up the bottle and smashed it at Ren, angrily saying: I fuck your mother! You beast!
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